My screams were cut short when I stopped falling. I glanced at the ground and realized that I was floating a few inches from it! Silly me. I was not floating. I would have been a dead girl if not for my hero.

"Thank the Lord from above that I was able to catch you," the person who saved my life spoke. "I was afraid that you would take my arms with you."

I was cradled in his arms and took a good look at him. Judging by what he was wearing, he reminded me of the geeks and nerds that you see in shows and movies. He had glasses on his face and wore shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, and nerdy shoes. Even though that I was not standing at the time, I knew for a fact that the boy was a couple inches shorter than me.

"Could you please get off my arms?" he begged through clenched teeth. "You are very heavy, and I am extremely weak."

"Oh. Sorry."

Wait. Did I actually say sorry to him? Oh, well. It will be the last.

I leaped from his arms and landed on my feet. I dusted off what I was still wearing and thanked him for the fast action.

Dang. I said thank you to him too? I was naive back then.

"You are welcome," the boy replied. "It brightens my day when I help the people of Forlot." He started walking past me and waved me goodbye. "I have to get home. Have a wonderful rest of the day."

I did not understand back then why a voice in my mind, my own voice, tempted me to stick with my hero at all times. Before he could get any further, I reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The boy turned his head back to me. "What the...?"

"What is your name?" I asked innocently. "You never told me your name."

His face now looked as if he were deciding whether or not to tell me. "I guess that it would not hurt. It is not like that a random stranger will kidnap me and treat me like a lifeless puppet." He coughed to clear his throat. "My full name is Caleb Night. I would have a middle name..." His expression went to sadness. "...if my biological parents had the time to give me one."

"It is okay, Caleb. The feeling is mutual. My father will not give me a middle name because he thinks that my name is already perfect."

"What is your name?"

"Ada. Ada Maxwell. But I will not be for long. I plan on changing both my first name and last name."

Caleb managed to squirm out of my grasp, but stayed and chatted with me. "Why would you want to change any part of your name? Ada Maxwell sounds beautiful."

"You...you think so?"

"I do not think. I know."

Remember in the last book when my anti admitted to Caleb that she had a crush on Anti-Caleb? You want to know why that was? Believe it or not, Caleb had a tiny crush on me before I put him through heck. It is a blessing that we did not get together because remember that Dr. Maxwell stole some of Caleb's DNA to create me. But Caleb did not know that at the time, and neither did I.

Without putting much thought into the idea, I asked, "Why do you not take me to your home? I would love to see the place and your family."

As if I had bullied him - which I did not that time - tears formed in the corners of Caleb's eyes.

"Uh, did I say something wrong?"

He shook his head, took off his glasses, and cleaned them using his shirt. "No. How were you supposed to know?"

"Supposed to know what?"

"I do not have a home. Actually, I take that back. I do have a home, however, it is not what you are thinking."

"Is your home an apartment?"

"I wish." He put his glasses back on and sighed. "If I show you where I live, promise me that you will not wreck it."

I raised a hand and placed my other one over my heart. "You have my word."

I followed Caleb away from the hospital and down the sidewalk. We walked and talked for what felt like forever until we reached the destination. The poor boy. His home was in an alleyway. The walls on both sides were red and made from bricks, and there was trash everywhere.

We finally arrived to Caleb's house, which was not a house to begin with. It was a cardboard box that was the size of him. It was lying on its side and had the flaps open in the front. Not much was in the box. Just a small pillow and a long blanket.

"This is where you live?" I said.

"Unfortunately, yes. I am homeless."

"Why the heck are you homeless?"

The boy pushed his glasses up to his forehead and rubbed his eyes. "My mom and dad did this to me. They did not want me anymore because I was too much to deal with. The doctor told my mother that I would be having anxiety issues as I grew up. This was weeks before she chose my father over me!"

His glasses slid back down, and he hugged me tightly and sobbed into what I had on. His tears soaked it, but I did not care. I would not be wearing it for long anyway.

I gripped his shoulders and pulled him away from me. "Why do you not stay at the orphanage? You are a child. I am sure that they will take you in."

"You do not think that I have not tried? It is awful there! The orphans torture me, and the grownups do not do anything about it!"

I thought for a moment. "Caleb, I have a proposal."